Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.